BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Anna clung to her Master’s arm. The plug in her bottom made walking feel strange.

“Lovely ass. Well done, Jensen.”

Master Jensen acknowledged the other Dom’s comment with a nod. Anna blushed, but she kept walking. He’d decided that it was time to go back to their room. As before, he’d given her the chance to walk there, but if the plug started to come out, she’d have to ask to crawl. She doubted the massive plug currently filling her would come out, but it was turning out to be a slow walk.

She was completely naked, her abused ass on display, the black “A” still marking her breast. Master Jensen had allowed her to hold his arm, since she felt unsteady on her feet, but he didn’t let her turn into him, wouldn’t let her hide from the people who walked past. She knew he did that for her.

While yesterday he’d seemed to enjoy putting her on display, now he had returned to his normal attitude, which involved wanting no one but himself to see her stripped bare both emotionally and physically. He tensed every time someone came near them, and his right hand fisted when someone commented on her body or the plug. He forced her to parade through Las Palmas in order to remind her of her submission, and to allow her to display her marks and bruises.

When they reached their room, Jensen swept her up into his arms, carrying her in and laying her gently on the bed.

“Are you alright, Master?”

“I didn’t beat the crap out of anyone.”

“Very grown up of you.”

He grunted. “Roll over.”

Anna rolled onto her belly. He touched her hip and she drew her knees up under her, presenting her ass.

“Turn and put your knees on the side of the bed.”

She adjusted her position, grabbing fistfuls of the duvet to hold herself in place.

Two fingers entered her pussy and Anna arched her neck, moaning. The plug was so large, her pussy so tight, that his fingers felt as thick as his cock.

He grunted. “I don’t think I can fuck you with that thing in.”

Despite the wild orgasm of half an hour ago, Anna was aroused again. “Please, Master.” She didn’t care how full she was, she wanted his cock inside her.

fit a third finger into her and Anna hissed as sharp pain shot

have a better idea.” Jensen’s fingers disappeared, to be replaced by his tongue on her clit. He

against his face. “Master, please, please,” she

movements over her clit. The added stimulation had her gasping and withering. One knee slid off the bed and Master Jensen paused long enough to help her reposition so she lay with her belly flat on the mattress, her toes

danced over her clit, sliding easily through the wet folds

“Good, so good.”

my fingers on

fingers against her anus as he grasped the base. He pulled, nearly lifting her

“Master…”

“Concentrate on your clit.”

and around his fingers went, occasionally slipping deep into her pussy. The pressure on her ass increased as he continued to tug, timing the pulls to the spasms of her sex. Anna’s hips rose and fell. She couldn’t, wouldn’t stop the instinctive movement, the helpless thrusts that showed him

widest part of the plug pulled free. Anna slid forward, straining to escape the

“Master, master!”

“This ass is mine.”

She shuddered. “Yes, Master.”

stronger because of the pain. Anna raked the bed with her nails, sobbing with arousal. Jensen pulled the anal plug all the way

Anna’s breath hissed as he pressed deep into her, his hips rubbing her

me, Anna. You’re going to come for me

she couldn’t. Wanted to tell him that the pain and discomfort she felt were stronger

he fucked her ass, his hips mercilessly slapping the butt he’d paddled only hours ago, the orgasm built in her belly. This time Anna recognized it,

“Master, please…”

“Come, Anna.”

bit her shoulder as she came, his cock planted firmly

dropped down onto the bed, her arms and legs trembling. Jensen pulled out and Anna crawled up onto the

“Come here, Anna.”

cock rose proudly, the veins standing out sharply. He hadn’t come, which meant that he wasn’t done

“On my lap.”

pink buds. He showed her the nipple clamps